When the bloody moonlight soaked into the morgue of the funeral home, Yi Ci's sewing needle pricked the fingertips of the sixth corpse.
Electronic sounds exploded on the blood-stained ice coffin: [Welcome to the Horror Ark, the identity you have drawn is—the most rebellious defective product of the gods]
The clock in the lunatic asylum went backwards, and the director in a straitjacket handed over the scalpel: "The only way to cure a patient is to become a more perfect lunatic."
The mirror gallery of the castle was filled with human chrysalises, and the countess whispered: "Kill your beloved to get the ticket."
The music box in the Doll Mansion was spinning forever, and the glass eyes reflected Yi Ci pinching Taizhao's neck and chuckling: "Did the system tell you... The murder program that caused the sound and image of your heartbeat to malfunction?"
As an embalmer who can empathize with corpses, Yi Ci is at home in the supernatural dungeon.
He smeared blood on the lips of a thousand-year-old corpse in exchange for clues, stepped on a skull-crushing hammer to play Russian roulette with Pen Xian, and even deliberately triggered the death rules just to listen to the sound of Tai Zhao's blade cutting through the air.
And the man who always wears a bronze ghost face:
Reversing three reincarnations of life and death for him in the cracks of time and space;
Insert the natal sword into your own heart to bear the vitrification curse for him;
But when he pulled off the mask, he covered his eyes with his blood-stained hands: "Don't look at it, it will contaminate it."
When the system space began to collapse, Yi Ci finally saw the truth clearly——
The so-called escape game is nothing more than a scam used by advanced civilizations to harvest emotions.
The ghosts feared by players are the original dead souls of the rebels.
"If you want to play, play big." Yi Ci lit the life tablet at the top of the Doomsday Clock Tower, with the darkness swallowing the world behind him.
Taizhao's Miao knife cut off the imprisonment program, and copper coins flew like bloody prophecies all over the sky. When the cracks in the mask covered his chin, he clasped the back of Yi Ci's neck and made the real bet:
"I'll teach you a secret... The way to kill a god is to become a paradox that he can't resolve."
[Crazy criticism of beauties × attacked by humanoid weapons | Let's have a love affair that destroys the rules in a collapsing world]
◆The nutcracker eats the moonlight◆The human chrysalis spits out bloody love poems◆The doomsday bell tower blooms at the moment of kiss◆
**When all escape routes are dead ends, I choose to pierce the heart of the system with you**
Purpose: Support each other in adversity